SECCO

Spadone, hold, what's the noise? Whom, whom my deer Spadoue, whom? Honest Spadone divine Morosa. Right, just as thon tould'st me, all's right, For which Sirrah Spadone, I will make thee a man, a man, dost hear? I say a man. How now fellow, how now, roaring ripe indeed? Nay, nay, by my Mistress fair eyes I meant no such thing. Hold take another Ducat, as I love new cloth; Yes or cast old ones, I intended no injury. I know it is. For me never. She writes as much, and Spadone, when we are married. We will revel in such variety of delights. Liveso sumptuously. Feed so deliciously. Enjoy the sweetness of our years. Tumble and wallow in abundance. That all the world should wonder. How do the beauty's (my dainty knave) live, wish, think, and dream, sirrah would. Commend me to my choicest, and tell her, the mi nute of her appointment shall be waited on, say to her, she shall find me a man at all points. I fly Nitido, Spadone remember me. Passing neat and exquisite, I protest fair creatures; These honours to our solemnity, are liberal and uncommon; my spouse and my self with our posterity, shall prostitute our services, to your bounties, shals not duckling? Ever mine own, and ever. We are all suitors. Light as a feather. Sayest so Spadone? Look, look, look how officious the little knave is—but— Jump with me, I smell a trick too, if I could tell what. That did signior Troylo; I saw the Page partly at the door; some trick still, go to Wife, I must and I will have and eye to this gear. What, what, what, what, what Spadone? My Razor shall be my weapon, my Razor. I will trim him and tram him. One, ten, a hundred, a thousand; ten thousand: do beyond Arithmetic Spadone, I speak it with some pass sion, I am a notorious Cuckold. He, Troylo, Livio, the Page, that hole-creeping Page; all horn me sirrah; I'll forgive thee from my heart: Dost not thou drive a trade too in my bottom. Now, now, now, now, the games rampant, rampant. Whore, bitch—Fox, treedle—fa la la la— Inhumanly,—keep your bow close, vixen. Tricks, knacks, devices, now it troules about. It smarts. You are a scurvy fellow, and I am made a Cokes, and Ass; and this same filthy Cron's a flirt. Whope do me no harm good Woman. The young Whelp is mad, I must slice the worm out of his breech: I have noosed his neck in the Collar; and I will once turn Dog-leech. Stand from about me, or you'll find me terrible and furious. Off I say, or I shall lay bore all the naked truth to your faces: his foreparts have been so lusty, and his po sterions must do penance for't: Untruss Whiskin untruss; away burrs, out Mare-hagge moil; avaunt, thy turn comes next, avaunt thy turn comes next; avaunt the Horns of my rage are advanced; hence or I shall gore you. Fury, whore, baud, my Wife and the Devil. It shall out. First then know all Christian people Jews and Infidels, he's and she's, by these presents, that I am a beast; see what I say, I say a very beast. Go to then, a horned beast: a goodly tall horned beast in pure verity a Cuckold: nay I will tickle their Trangdidoes. He justify my words; I scorn to eat em: this suck king Ferret hath been wriggling in my old Coney borough. Appear Spadone, my proofs are pregnant and gross: truth is the truth; I must and I will be divorced. speak Spadone and exalt thy voice. Dambe the prick of thy weasand Pipe: where but two lie in a bed you must be Bodkin bitch-baby must you. Spadone, am I a Cuckold or no Cuckold? Nay nay nay, no matter for that; this Ramkin hath tup'd my old rotten carrion Mutton. Spadone speak aloud what I am. What hast thou seen em doing together? doing. Didst not thou from time to time tell me as much? Heyday, Ladies and Signior I am abused, they are agreed to scorn jeer and run me out of my wits; by consent this gelded hobet a hoy is a corrupted Pander: the page a milk liverd Dildo; my Wife a Whore confessed; and I my self a Cuckold arrant. Here in my forehead it sticks, and stick it shall. law I will have; I will never more tumble in sheets with thee; I will father no misbegotten of thine; the Court shall trounce thee, the City casheere thee, diseases de voure thee, and the Spittle confound thee. I am my Lord a worm, pray my Lord tread on me, I will not turn again; alas I shall never venture To hang my Pole out; on my knees I begs it, My bore knees, I will down unto my wife And do what she will have me, all I can do; Nay more, (if she will have it) ask forgiveness, Be and obedient Husband; never cross her, Unless sometime in kindness: Seignior Troylo, Speak one sweet word; I'll swear 'twas in my madness, I said I knew not what, and that no creature Was brought by you amongst the Ladies, Nitido I'll forswear thee too. Remember me now. Chuck, duckling, honey, mouse, monkey all and every thing; I am thine ever and only, will never offend again, as I hope to shave clean and get honour by't, heartily I ask forgiveness; be gracious to thine own flesh and blood, and kiss me home. Enough, I am wise, and will be merry,—hast Beau ties, the Caroches will sudden receive ye; a night of pleasure is towards, pray for good husbands a piece, that may trim you featly, (dainty ones) and let me alone to trim them. Will you come away loiterers? shall I wait all day? Am I at livery d'ye think. A Chair, a Chair, quick, quick. Very commodiously delivered I protest. We light on some offices for Ladies too, as occa sion serves. Wink fast with both your eyes, the ingredients to the composition of this ball, are most odorous Cam phire, pure soap of Venice, oil of sweet Almonds, with the spirit of Allome; they will search and smart shrewd lie, if you keep not the shop-windows of your head close. Strange, and scarce to be credited; a gelding was lately seen to leap and old Mare; and and old man of one hundred and twelve stood in a white sheet for getting a wench of fifteen with child, here hard by, most admi rabble and portentous. With a little grecum album for mundification. Only pare off a little superfluous down from your chin, and all's done. A kind of steel instrument yelped a Razor, a sharp tool and a keen, it has a certain virtue of cut ting a throat, if a man please to give his mind to't;—hold up your muzzle Signior,—when did you talk baudily to my wife last? tell me for your own good (Signior) I advice you. Confess, or I shall mar your grace in whissing Tobacco or squirting of sweet wines down your gullet; —you have been offering to play the gelding we told ye of I suppose;—speak truth, (move the semicircle of your countenance to my left hand file) out with the truth; would you have had a leap. Let cherously goatish and and Eunuch? this cut, and then— You must fiddle my brains into a jealousy, rub my temples with saffron, and burnish my forehead with the juice of yellows: have I fitted ye now sir? Now we know thou art a man; we forget what hath passed, and are fellows and friends again. Admirable incomparably admirable! to be the mi nion, the darling, the delight of love, it's a very tickling to the marrow, a kissing i'th blood, a bosoming the ecstasy, the rapture of virginity, soul and paradise of perfection—ah—pity of generation Secco, there are no more such men. The rarest fellow, Spadone, so full of gamballs, a talks so humorously, does a not, so carelessly? O rich! o, my hope of posterity! I could be in love with him.